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William Carlos Williams

Sour Grapes / A Book of Poems

  • ann karagwahas quotedlast year
    JANUARY
    Again I reply to the triple winds

    running chromatic fifths of derision

    outside my window:

    You will not succeed. I am

    bound more to my sentences

    the more you batter at me

    to follow you.

    as before, fingers perfectly

    its derisive music.
  • HThas quoted3 years ago
    We are alone in this terror, alone,

    face to face on this road, you and I,

    wrapped by this flame!

    Let the polished plows stay idle,

    their gloss already on the black soil.

    But that face of yours—!

    Answer me. I will clutch you. I

    will hug you, grip you. I will poke my face

    into your face and force you to see me.

    Take me in your arms, tell me the commonest

    thing that is in your mind to say,

    say anything. I will understand you—!

    It is the madness of the birch leaves opening

    cold, one by one.
  • HThas quoted3 years ago
    unlacing them

    stand out upon

    flat worsted flowers

    under my feet.

    Nimbly the shadows

    of my fingers play

    unlacing

    over shoes and flowers.
  • HThas quoted3 years ago
    forks and crumbs and plates

    the flowers remain composed.

    Cooly their colloquy continues

    above the coffee and loud talk
  • HThas quoted3 years ago
    wife’s new pink slippers

    have gay pom-poms.

    There is not a spot or a stain

    on their satin toes or their sides.

    All night they lie together

    under her bed’s edge.

    Shivering I catch sight of them

    and smile, in the morning.
  • HThas quoted3 years ago
    Love has not even visited this country.
  • HThas quoted3 years ago
    Subtle, clever brain, wiser than I am,

    by what devious means do you contrive

    to remain idle? Teach me, O master.
  • HThas quoted3 years ago
    the complicated details

    of the attiring and

    the disattiring are completed!

    A liquid moon

    moves gently among

    the long branches.

    Thus having prepared their buds

    against a sure winter

    the wise trees

    stand sleeping in the cold.
  • HThas quoted3 years ago
    You will not succeed. I am

    bound more to my sentences

    the more you batter at me

    to follow you.
  • HThas quoted3 years ago
    who am I...?

    And amazed my heart leaps

    at the thought of love

    vast and grey

    yearning silently over me.
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